Back from Midnight Mass,
blessings reflected,
O Holy Night sung.
Dishes are washed,
Presents all wrapped;
The stockings are hung.
Tree lights are on,
Coffee pot’s prepped,
In the window hangs Peace.
I pray that it’s true
As we sang tonight,
That oppression will cease.
Consider the Babe
no room in the inn
Is His origin story.
Now things in His name
Atrocities done
For Man’s glory.
If He came tonight
Just outside under stars
And worship meant kneel in wet straw
Would I see past the muck
cradle crude, family poor.
Would I receive Him with awe?
About the Creator
Judey Kalchik
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Comments (10)
Wow, I loved this. Yes, you would recognize him.
Yes. I think so! You have that kind of heart!!🥰
Yes, I believe you would. I don't have the same faith in those that scream the loudest, though.
This was so profound and thought provoking! Loved your poem!
Beautiful rhythm and rhyme conveying such thought provoking truths!✅ It only came to my attention this Christmas that while Jesus came to bring peace, his actual birth would not have been a peaceful event! Lots of noise: angel choir; shepherds; sheep; animals & Bethlehem chockers with travellers 😵💫😳🥹
This is beautiful and thought provoking while being worshipful. Great job
Beautiful poem Judey!! This was really thought provoking for me, the idea that awful things are done in his name all the time. It makes you wonder, would you recognize him if he arrived?? I do wonder...
Beautifully written.
Amen
Yes you would and I know I would for HE brings out the best in all of us.